Megan Oliver Whore ❤️❤️

About Halifax

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

Oliver Simor: Contented Patron

Oliver has these cute, little streets that are, like, totally Insta-worthy. Take Maple Drive – like, OMG, it’s the perfect spot to, like, take a selfie or chill with your bae. Then there's Cherry Lane; I was like, "Tropical Malady vibes, seriously…" because every like, every corner reminds me of that trippy, mystical moment in the movie when everything seems so pure and, like, meditative.

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